écritoire: I cried on the way home from the theatre tonight. Jeff Buckley’s...
I cried on the way home from the theatre tonight. Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah was playing loud, his voice ringing in my ear and his truth echoing in my heart, and I saw a man I recognised out the window. He stood outside Starbucks, leaning against the glass there. He was old, perhaps sixty,…
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